Bukshot, Violent J, Jelly Roll, Madchild - Run (2015) lyrics

Run, run, run run, run, run
Where the hell did these big
Old white boys come from?

I'm still in the land
Of the Louisville Slugger
Rumors haven’t changed
I'm a bad motherfucker (yeah)
I'm the one and only
You will never find another
Steppin’ through my city
Rep it in my favorite color
I'm a battleship! I can sink
Your fleet in many ways
You might rattle shit! But you
Better not rattle my cage
You can't fathom this! You can't read
My mind or beat the stage
I'm erratic and my work ethic
Is on another page
Focus on my enemy, hope you is a friеnd of me
If you rep the industry you must bе the enemy
You might slip away from me
But not without a penalty
We got killers in Detroit
From Canada to Tennessee
Welcome to the underground! You don't want
No part in this this
Mobstyle gladiator, haters call me Spartacus
Time to bring the heat
My ammunition's always bottomless
Bitch you better run if you don't
Want your children bobbin’ this

Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run
Don’t slip, don't fall, if you do
You’re getting done
Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run
Where the hell did these big
Old white boys come from?
Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run
Don't slip, don't fall, if you do
You're getting done (Come on)
Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run
Where the hell did these big
Old white boys come from?

Yeah i’ve been distributing hay stack
In my city hoe (bitch)
And I ain't talking 'bout my
Homie from them videos (what up)
They told me run, said "I'm already rolling"
(yep) i got that midget cheap
Rest in peace Gary Coleman (get him)
You put me on your album
That's a hell of a stamp (stamp)
And I'm coming with that
Thunder like Kevin Durant (swish)
From a place where them white
Boys is serving 'em O's
Tatted up and got a mouth
Full of permanent gold (ha)
Yeah I'm riding by myself with
This nine on my seat
Fresh tee with Lebron number nines on my feet
(wooh) a bad bitch with me long
Hair with them open toes (sexy)
She wanna saddle up, I took her to the rodeo
(weehoo)
The four-fifth got a nose like Pinocchio
(come on)
I ain't about to stop to my bank account
Big as Oprah clothes (haha)
MOB style music, fucking with ya Buk
(what up?) and I'm like vaseline
I got something in the cut (get 'em)

Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run
Don't slip, don't fall, if you do
You're getting done
Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run
Where the hell did these big
Old white boys come from?
Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run
Don't slip, don't fall, if you do
You're getting done (Come on)
Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run
Where the hell did these big
Old white boys come from?

I be the Duke of the Wicked
Polluted is my inner-mind
Feeding off of hater hate
It's always dinner time look at me
Six hundred pounds enjoying a smorgasbord
'Cause I'm a legendary great, Gorgeous George
Classic, heavy as a Chevy and tall walk by
Knock all the fucking shit off your walls
And I'm from Detroit City
Murder's as common as fucking
Everybody, they do it all the
Time it ain't nothing
They get inventive here and think of
New ways to school ya
They'll send your mother your
Head in a cooler (haha)
And no I ain't just a rapper
I'm a neck-snapper (haha)
A born scrub but a fine ass-slapper
Juggalo dapper, a fucking ho capper
(gunshots) a human sex trade kidnapper
You need to flee the spot because
We give a fuck not
Big Jelly Roll, big Violent J and big Bukshot

Aye, and don't forget Madchild, J
I'm here to hold it down (yep)
Just like my brothers got me underground
Kings of older sound with golden crowns
(crowns)
Never slowing down the coldest flow and how?
Got fire in the belly of the
Beast so how we glowing now?
Don't wait in lines
Every club it's a clear entrance
Hold them bars like I just
Got a ten-year sentence (damn)
You can tell I'm demented
Who gives a flying fuck (uhm)
Spitting flames
I'm applying pressure like a firetruck
Big white boys, but I ain't talking riot talk
(nope)
Bukshot, Jelly Roll and Violent J are giants
Fuck (fuck)
I'll rock a show, hit the hotel, relax time
(ugh)
Madchild, the Juggalette and our bags dime
You better run motherfucker we
Don't back down (run)
My boys are looking out for me
Like I'm a trap house (kicked in)
We out here
Ain't nothing to pull a scrap out (boom)
Mobstyle, psychopaths and warriors
You'll black out

Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run
Don't slip, don't fall, if you do
You're getting done
Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run
Where the hell did these big
Old white boys come from?
Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run
Don't slip, don't fall, if you do
You're getting done (Come on)
Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run
Where the hell did these big
Old white boys come from?